(rock)To all my hardcore niggaz yo i'm still the sameWon't let the game change me, i'm trying to change the gameThis shit is mad lame -- hip-hop party rules no jeans, timbsOr hoodies or hats, sound like you mean me -- fuck ya!You still get shot up ain't nuttin there but playersFuck you think? nigga steppin on your thousand dollar gatorsStupid-asses -- you shook at the site of party crashersAt the door actin, like you don't know who bummy jab isThey tell you rock, tellin me, "don't act no fool""you heard of scotch on the rocks? " i make the whole shit coolBut i'ma stay the same ghetto-ass, baggy pants dragginDeep rollin heat holdin nigga til i'm triple platinum

(ruck)To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me

"hardcore, far more than the average"

(rock)M.f.c.!!Hey hey, that's my partner price manThe whole industry's against him and meLike thugs are to death penaltiesBut we got the remedy for all that punk shitOne clip up in the macraMake wiffleballs out all of you popcorn rappersCallin my crew haters, knowin damn well you hate meBut scared to stick it to me, knowin damn well i break teethAlcatraz, forever rock hard, got scars for this rap shitGot locked behind bars, fluck the actinAll my grimy-ass cannon handlers, standin in the lobbiesStay forever rowdy, niggaz _it's your world_ like bobbyRob these, cats claimin they got so much cheeseWhen it's zero degrees and send they monkey-asses home freezinReppin for my housin p's and, catch me out in shaolinWhylin with ghost, deck, and tical and themBefore i'm out the door big up my outlaw niggazMy hardcore lovin thirsty out for war niggaz

(ruck)To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me

"hardcore, far more than the average"* repeat 2x *

(ruck)To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch meNever that, i'm constantly comin with clever rapsWe sever that, take your head and slap em leather strapYou better pack, your gat or the outcome you outdoneI doubt them, niggaz can fuck with the ruckus without funAiyyo what this about son? aiyyo witness a nigga clout sonTrippin with these chickens and sippin on guinness stout sonWithout them, this nigga who jumped up and asked me"are you fuckin my sister man? " when that bitch butch like cassidyHell no, quick fast this man caught the elbowShells load, he fell froze, buck stuck like velcroHis man yelled, "yo, ain't no need to fuckin draw gats,We all black" put the gat down, i left his jaw tappedI saw that, duke ain't want no beef in the first placeJust a gerk face nigga tryin to rep his birthplaceThe worst case scenario, i leave your ass shot upFuck up my rap product and back to crack narcoticsThe moral of this story is -- there is no moral godJust my shit is hard, and if your shit ain't like usYouse a fraud, motherfucker

(rock)Word upStraight like thatFuck one of y'all niggaz up

"hardcore, far more than the average"

(ruck)To all my hardcore niggaz don't forget me (don't forget me)I know the game change and all of these niggaz wanna switch me